The Iceberg of Wisdom

In the realm where philosophers dwell,

With tales of cognition, they fervently tell,

Lies the iceberg of wisdom, both ancient and new,

Where mysteries unfold in the depths of the blue.

At the top where the daylight kisses the ice,

Rationalism and empiricism entice.

Descartes and Spinoza, in debates fierce and fair,

Contrast Bacon's endeavors with sensory flair.

As we delve deeper still into cold, silent sea,

The complexity grows in a vast, deep decree.

With free speech as a beacon that stands ever tall,

The challenge arises to make sense of it all.

With Berkeley and dualism hand in hand,

We traverse through notions both broad and so grand.

From the mind to the matter, the theory unfolds,

As the story of consciousness bravely it holds.

In the shadows of depths where light scarcely goes,

Camus whispers secrets that Sisyphus knows.

The absurdity dances with life's cruel jest,

Yet in ceaseless endeavor, one finds their true zest.

Then with Hume at our side, we delve even deeper,

To realms where reality becomes the grim reaper,

We journey through ethics with Aristotle's might,

Seeking virtues golden, in dark depths of night.

Where Plato and Socrates echo in halls,

In caverns of thought where deep wisdom enthralled,

We wade through the theories, so densely conceived,

With Schopenhauer's "will" intricately weaved.

Heidegger's notions pierce through like a spear,

As we venture to depths where the strange do appear,

From Nietzsche to Hegel, in whispers they speak,

In the watery abyss where the truths are unique.

As we drift through the currents of deep, murky sea,

We encounter the thoughts that from norms dare to flee,

With the rhizome of Deleuze, a guidance profound,

We navigate chaos where truths are unbound.

Accelerationism with frantic pace grows,

In the shadows where bizarre contemplations impose,

From Bataille to Baudrillard, reality bends,

In the philosophical depths where the strange never ends.

Yet deeper we go, where the sunlight can't reach,

With Foucault and Lyotard offering teach,

Where gender and desire start losing their form,

In abyssal depths swirling in never-norm storm.

In the void where the secrets are guarded so well,

The insurrection of future in whispers do tell,

From psychoanalysis to neo-leviathans vast,

Each layer reveals deeper truths that are cast.

As we reach the abyss, where the enigmas reside,

The arcane and the hidden in depths do abide,

With Hegel's dark magic and time wars of lore,

The philosophy iceberg reveals ever more.

At the end of our journey, in cold silent deep,

The secrets uncovered, in whispers they seep,

An adventure through knowledge, through depths unseen,

In the philosophy iceberg, so vast and serene.

Each concept a beacon in darkness so raw,

A glimpse of the depths of philosophy's lore,

In the iceberg's cold arms where the mysteries sleep,

We've traversed the realms of the philosophical deep.

So here at the end, where the mysteries meld,

The iceberg surrenders the stories it held,

A journey through layers of depth and of might,

In the philosophy iceberg, we've seen the deep light.